- Nov 22, 2018
- 9
- 8
- 41
- Country
- United States
- Faith
- Baptist
- Marital Status
- Married
Yesterday my husband and I hosted our very first holiday family gathering at our house and it was an AMAZING blowout. We had my family, his family and even some of our closest friends. It was such a good time our home was filled with the laughter and merriment of 4 generations of our combined family's. The oldest being our grand parents and the youngest being my older sister's two babies.
We all had a great time we played games, we talked, we caught up and [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] the food!
I defiantly ate Waaay too much. While we were playing pictonary I plopped down on the couch just a little bit too hard and split the seam of my dress. In front of my entire family my pasty white biscuit rolls were hanging out there for all to see. I definitely gave everybody a good laugh prompting one of my uncles to comment how chubby I got over the years (there's a lot of teasing in my family but it is all in good fun).
My husband's grandma, whom lived through both the troubles and world war 2 in Ireland jumped to my defense by saying that plump grandchildren is a sign that God had blessed the family. Then we listened to her, her husband, and my grandparents trade stories about the depression on both sides of the pond.
That evening my husband and I started talking about how how lucky we are that we could throw such a shindig and that got us wondering. Are we really giving thanks by indulging in our privilege with a huge feast or should we have all fasted to really appreciate all that we can enjoy in our day to day? I know for a fact my favorite blue dress would have been thankful if we fasted.
We all had a great time we played games, we talked, we caught up and [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] the food!
I defiantly ate Waaay too much. While we were playing pictonary I plopped down on the couch just a little bit too hard and split the seam of my dress. In front of my entire family my pasty white biscuit rolls were hanging out there for all to see. I definitely gave everybody a good laugh prompting one of my uncles to comment how chubby I got over the years (there's a lot of teasing in my family but it is all in good fun).
My husband's grandma, whom lived through both the troubles and world war 2 in Ireland jumped to my defense by saying that plump grandchildren is a sign that God had blessed the family. Then we listened to her, her husband, and my grandparents trade stories about the depression on both sides of the pond.
That evening my husband and I started talking about how how lucky we are that we could throw such a shindig and that got us wondering. Are we really giving thanks by indulging in our privilege with a huge feast or should we have all fasted to really appreciate all that we can enjoy in our day to day? I know for a fact my favorite blue dress would have been thankful if we fasted.